Read Last One Standing Vol 1 The First Wave :: Chapter 1

Last One Standing Volume 1 The First Wave

By Anthony Quimper

ISBN 979-8320015149

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This is a work of fiction. The characters are both actual and fictitious. With the exception of verified historical events and persons, all incidents, descriptions, dialogue and opinions expressed are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

Chapter 1

Here I am, lying in the parched soil, covered in dirt with cuts all over my body and impaled by a gigantic spear binding me to my grave. Bruises blanket my skin, my bones turned to dust, my body incapable of the most trivial tasks and I'm alone... Once again... It sucks… guess it could be worse; I gave it my all, and my will never wavered but this ground where I lay is still tainted a shade of crimson. There is nothing I can do about it now, at least this life of pain is mine no longer.

Who am I kidding, I won't suffer anymore. So what? Who cares? I experienced a terrible life anyway. I won't ever encounter a day where I am content. It hurts, it hurts so much, but why? Just grant me a peaceful death; it's all I desire (sobbing).

Why did things become like this? How did it become like this? Why was I the last one to die? Why? Why did I need to watch them all die?

old sprinkler turns on

“OH FOR FUCK SAKE, I WAS HAVING A MOMENT HERE YOU ANCIENT PIECE OF SHIT, FUCK YOU!”

(crying) Man…This sucks!

Before I slowly die, I perceive a light. It's such a radiant light. Maybe it's finally time, maybe I can at long last be at peace. For all one knows I'll go to heaven. Or maybe even hell, anything is better than this accursed place. This is exceedingly worse than hell! The light is so pleasant, it couldn't possibly be that bad. It must be beautiful on the other side of the light; it must be remarkable!

Coming out of the light is a beautiful figure. What type of great beauty is coming to save me? “What a beautiful creature you are '', I whisper. But the closer the angel gets, the uglier it becomes… Finally, it becomes clear that this is no angel, this thing is not even pretty in fact it's not even decent. It's... It's fucking ugly. But after all, why would anything good come for me? I mean, after all I've done, I'm lucky anything came.

"oh fuck"

In a chilling moment, the figure unleashed a harrowing scream, brandishing a sword as dark as the void itself. With a single fluid motion, it brought the blade down upon me. As I fell, a faint whisper grazed my ears, a haunting echo: "Die."

17 years ago